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“Io stesso sono acquoso come questa larga piana invasa dai miasmi. Mi sono spesso chiesto che mai sarebbe essere dentro la palude; non come colui che viene avvolto dal fango, dalle sabbie omicide, ma come chi abiti per naturale disposizione all’interno della palude, come chi sia, per quel che può un mortale quale io sono, essere palude. È come essere morti? Talora il grigiastro acquitrino mi si spalanca davanti come un grande, esauriente cimitero. Qui tutti possono essere e saranno seppelliti, questa è la sepoltura definitiva, ed esservi dentro non sarà come essere morti, ma come essere il cimitero, forse come essere quei dèmoni inferi che nessuno ha visto, ma con i quali discorriamo da sempre.”
― Giorgio Manganelli, La palude definitiva

“I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !

What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?

Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.

Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !”
― Charlotte Brontë

“I declared myself, I declared my love. More than to her I spoke to the landscape. The train looked like a toy, it left. ‘Ne sois pas triste.’ She left me a note. I had lost what was most important in my life, the sky was still blue, oblivious, everything yearned for peace and happiness, the landscape was idyllic, like idyllic, desperate adolescence. The landscape seemed to protect us, the small white houses of Appenzell, the fountain, the sign Töchterinstitut, it was as if the place hadn’t been affected by human distortions. Can one feel disorientated in an idyll? An atmosphere of catastrophe covered the land-scape. The irremediable came home to me in one of the most beautiful, transparent days of the year.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, Sweet Days of Discipline

“Sui prati scoscesi volavano bassi i corvi, deformi, va na gloriosi, crudeli. Li avevi paragonati alla nostra adolescenza, mentre cercavano, nella terra intorno al collegio, dove mettere gli artigli.”
― Fleur Jaeggy, Sweet Days of Discipline